Friendly Foreign Exchange Student Spider-man Novels & Stories

she asked hopefully. Spider grinned, his dark eyes dancing in the morning summer sun. His face was almost completely covered with a tattoo of a black spider web, and the rest of his slim frame was inked with spiders of all shapes and sizes. Despite the intimidating exterior, the man was a mushy marshmallow inside, and Mirrie knew it. “Breakfast?” he teased her. “You know it.” He shook his dark head. “Yeah, sure, grab a few. You need a coffee?” “Many,” Mirrie responded, her mouth already full of cookie. “Many, oh-so-many coffees.”

Spider demanded as he tried to move away. “Christina.” Pagan said she scurried up his arm to settle under his hair on his shoulder. “She’s a purple knee tarantula and a social anxiety spider.” Shiloh smiled as she went back and took the other spider out of the box. Without asking, she took the lid off a water bottle and filled the lid. Setting it right in front of the brown and orange spider, he stuck his face in and began to drink. “He’s dehydrated and probably needs to eat.” She stroked the body, causing little hairs to come out. “He’s a Mexican red knee, and I would say, young adult.”

He says. "Now. I want you to get out of this car and place everything you're hiding on your body in front of you where I can see them." He instructs but I don't move. "You can move closer." He instructs into his earpiece and I instinctively look around. Flashing lights from another car appear and stops behind us. Another man with brown hair stops and moves to the back. I look between the car and the man beside me who holds a smirk. "I believe we haven't officially met. I'm the Spider." He says making my head fully snap to him.

With smooth words and a classic pyramid scheme pitch, I tricked him into investing every cent that Carter had given him. But Chris’s greed was boundless. To make a fortune overnight, he borrowed a massive sum from loan sharks. He plunged himself into a debt so large that he could never repay it in his lifetime. At this point, all it took was a simple offer: If he stole a confidential file from Scott Corporation, his high-interest debt would be wiped clean. On top of that, he would receive a $400,000 reward for his trouble. An opportunity like that, too good to be true, was something he would never turn down.

"Does that mean you're gonna marry my daddy?" I choked, grabbing my coffee to save myself—only to burn my tongue. Theo giggled. Little devil. "I want a pretty lady to marry my daddy," he said, crawling across the table and snatching my glasses. "You're pretty," he declared, putting on my glasses that covered half his face. "And I’m Spiderman." "Hey, little bug! The table is for food, not for you!" Gabriella scolded as she walked into the kitchen—looking like she was about to summon some voodoo spirits.

Leo’s face transformed, his earlier question forgotten in a rush of excitement. “Real school? With other kids and teachers and everything?” “Exactly. We could visit some tomorrow if you’d like.” “Yes! Can I bring my Spider-Man bag to show them? And my rock collection?” He was already racing past me toward the bathroom, chattering about all the things he wanted to learn. I exhaled slowly, grateful for the distraction. But I knew it was only temporary. ----- Dinner was simple, Leo’s favorite pasta with tomato sauce, garlic bread, and a side salad.

I could already see myself liking everything about this school. The classes for today have almost ended and I enjoyed every bit of it. After class I packed my belongings to leave. A young lady, almost my age, came closer to me. “Hi, our new students. My name is Xavier Lyra, I'm also new here. So can we be friends.” She said, opening her hand for a handshake. I didn't know what to do but I quickly reciprocated the energy. After all, I had no friends in Fangspire.

“I see.” “He’ll come back,” Spider said with a smirk. “Men like him always come back. Especially for girls who make them forget they’re devils.” I smiled faintly, pretending not to care, but my heart betrayed me. I wanted to ask him more questions but I didn’t want to sound too suspicious. The night went on in its usual rhythm music, money, dancing, laughter. The crowd was wild tonight. People threw bills like rain. For a few hours, everything blurred into rhythm and heat.

Saraya turned to see a man around twenty-three or twenty-four giving Peter a death glare. Saraya looked at the man from head to toe. She had never seen him in the school. Maybe he came with someone else. She noticed fear on Peter’s face. Seeing him, Peter said nothing and left. The man turned toward Saraya, who gave him a questioning look. “Hi, I’m Phoenix,” the man said, holding out his hand. Saraya eyed it warily but, after a moment, held it softly. “And you are?” Phoenix asked. Saraya pointed to her student card.

“I even had to send you a text message.” “So, it was you,” Shadow uttered in a deadly serious tone as she was not in the mood to entertain the other. “Of course, it was me,” Spider answered proudly, running her fingers over her Dutch braid. ‘What do you want?” Shadow asked, signaling her aides to step back. “Hm?” Spider tilted her head. “What do I want, you ask?” With a quick jump, she landed on the ground. Dusting the invisible dust off her arm, she looked at Shadow. “I wanna spar with you. And maybe, make you mine?”